Sometimes, when I’ve forgotten what it was I was going to write about, I make a list. The items on the list are always the same. The list has no basis in reality, it just serves a purpose, which is to remind me of what it was I was going to write about. I don’t know how it does it; it just does. Here it is:
Things I hate:
Midgets, of course; the Eiffel Tower; tongs; deja vu, when it serves no purpose; lettuce; people who say ‘Moo’ at inappropriate times; the Avery Island Buddha.
Oh, yeah. So about the ammunition dump in Iraq. I know nothing about it, and I’m going to keep it that way. Every once in a while, I opt out of the latest news, and it’s the ammo dump’s turn. Frankly, I can’t sustain the level of outrage necessary to deal with the cascade of shit that spews out of the media on a daily basis. I don’t know how anyone does. So I opt out. In this instance, I’ve decided to not click through to anything that has anything to do with ammo dumps, and I don’t read newspaper articles that bleat about it either. In my carefully-curtailed media world, that’s all I have to do to isolate myself from any developing story.
So I don’t know anything about it, except that it appears to be a fairly big deal, given the amount of press it’s gotten in the regular media, not to mention the liberal blogs.
But ignoring it just makes sense for me. I don’t care if this is a coup for Kerry backers, or if it’s a load of rubbish that will go away by next week. It makes sense to ignore it. In that way, I can conserve my outrage for other debacles that are barreling down the political turnpike.
It’s a way to freshen my outrage button, without actually lapsing into a much-needed coma.